Spring festival
Wen 丨 Learley
New Year, a sensitive verb; New Year, chew happiness, praise harmony.
Childhood New Year, the village carried forward the tradition and harmony, the original busy adults are even more busy, the mother to do the New Year's dinner cut window flowers to wash clothes, the father wrote a couplet to sweep the kiln paste window, brother to help the father, sister to help the mother, only I leaned on the side of the childhood, hugged the sleeping big flower cat to listen to the sound of "whirring". Grandma wore an apron and smiled as she walked back and forth between the second uncle and my family, as if she was dividing happiness equally. The sky in the mountain village is so blue, the air is so fresh, and the sheep-stopper who roars at the heavenly tour flatters the year to the supreme.
In the New Year, the division of labor and creativity assigned by the cave, the adults are still very busy, killing pigs and slaughtering sheep and rubbing twist flowers to make tofu fried melon seeds, and the mother cooks cooked rice, repeatedly calling for the brother who is crazy to set off the cannon. The sister stooped down and swept the inexhaustible foot ground of the loess soil. I was like a veteran critic, lying on my grandmother's hot kangtou to taste the taste of the New Year's rice, commenting on which of the second uncle and my family's New Year's meal was better and which was more flavorful. The kangtou in the mountain village is so warm, the atmosphere is so active, and the pile of firewood and grass crouched at the door decorates the year generously.
Young New Year, high-rise imaginary sub-fiction, I turned into an adult, the year has become insignificant, buy meat to buy vegetables to buy couplets, buy cold powder to buy tofu to buy rice cakes, and even buy a nanny to cook, the dinner table is silent, the stomach is flowing with fantasy: If one day, back to the childhood New Year, see my father write a dashing posture of the couplet, taste the aroma of the New Year's meal, feel the grandmother's doting growth feelings, capture the mother's busy before and after, around the brother's firecrackers, and finally quarrel with the sister.
Now that I am rich, I have no worries about eating and wearing, and I just want to put my hands on my cheeks in the New Year, and remember the sorrows and joys I have passed; or embrace the snow and review the pages of whiteness of the year with verses. I just want to go home to see it in the New Year, bring wishes, bring a smile, ambush the new solutions to the restoration of past grievances, and apply a layer of open-minded oil to the surface.
But the home of childhood is gone, only two old doors locked, sticking dazzling couplets to continue the hard years of the past, the yellow earth has loosened the palm of a lifetime of toil, and the parents have long moved to the city.
Talking to my parents on my knees, I was like a bicycle without brakes, talking endlessly, saying that the script I wrote had been made into a TV series and won awards. He said that the essays and novels I wrote have also won awards, that I have become open-minded and cheerful, and that I no longer worry about trivial matters, that my literary friends have spread all over the world, that my hometown has implemented fifteen years of free and compulsory education, and that the countryside has been put on the villages. It is also said that the rich Zhang San died of stomach cancer, the unrelated Li Si was promoted to the fourth level in a row, and the rich Wang Mazi got rid of poverty and became rich... Listening to it, the mother smiled and smiled, refracting the folds of the forehead, brewing one story after another that had been weathered by the wind and frost. My father's silver hair told the story of most of his life's teaching experience, and the heroism of walking back and forth on the seven-foot podium was vividly remembered.
What is happiness? When you are a child, happiness is a very simple thing; when you grow up, simple is a very happy thing. Happiness is not immortality, not the appearance of flowers and moons, and it is not the power to the opposition. Happiness is a kind of possession, a kind of waiting, a kind of touch. Harvesting is a kind of happiness, and giving is also a kind of happiness. Success is happiness, and calm is happiness.
Happiness is self-confidence, optimism, and upward mobility. Happiness is to know how to be grateful, and happiness is the discovery and perception of truth, goodness and beauty in the world. In fact, happiness will never favor anyone, happiness has always been around us, eat a long and wise; there is a point of hard work, there is a point of harvest; respect for others, people always respect, lovers, people always love; get more help and lose the way and help less... Happiness is in every footprint of our growth path.
(Source: Culture and Art News)
Li Erli is the chairman of the Wuqi County Writers Association in Shaanxi Province, and the editor-in-chief of the Long March Literary Quarterly. His works have appeared in Writers' Guide, Yanhe, Yan'an Literature, Chinese Essayists, Culture and Art Newspaper and other newspapers and periodicals. He has published the novella collection "The Narrative Of the Eyes", the short story collection "Bowls and Flowers", the poetry collection "The Day of Assembly" and "Painting Dreams", and the prose collection "The Expression of Sound". The script "School Bag", "Small Town Big Love", "Ancient Town Love", "Mountain Peach Blossom" and so on have been broadcast on Yan'an City Television Station, of which the script "Small Town Big Love" won the National Excellent Column Drama Award. In 2017, he was selected as one of the first batch of "Hundred Talents Plan" contract writers in Shaanxi Province.